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I was an abomination when I looked like that.
“I’ve never met another female like me.” But really, I’d never known another female, period, other than my mom. Most natural-born female werewolves were kept in isolation and under protection as children then married off when they came of age, only to be once again in isolation and protected by their new captors…er…mates.
Bitten females, those changed via the bite of a werewolf, couldn’t harness the same power that born werewolves could. They didn’t have the ability to partially shift and were governed by the moon and all its transitions, just like their male counterparts. They also couldn’t, to date, breed, and their sterility made them less valuable but also able to live freely within packs. Although typically, they never ranked very high in the clan. Of course, patriarchy ruled at all times, no matter who you were or what your abilities might be.
“Look at this one.” He shuffled print seven to the front. “It looks like the werebeast is connecting with the warriors on a deeper level.”
I wanted to snicker as my twelve-year-old boy brain kicked online. Connecting on a deeper level was all about sex for me right now, considering how I’d been using my uncontrollable gifts on these men.
I stifled the urge to snort and focused on the picture. There weren’t thought bubbles or anything so crude and obvious, but I saw what he was talking about. The female werebeast seemed to be bonded to the other fighters, her eyes locked with theirs, and the expressions all echoed loyalty somehow. They respected this beast, maybe even bowed to her.
“So, at some point in the past, female werebeasts commanded troops?”
“This is clearly an alpha,” Levi argued as he pointed to the position of the werebeast compared to the rest of the pack. “They follow her lead.”
I shrugged. Maybe, or maybe, like me, she snared a bunch of rogues who didn’t know any better. I had to admit, she was powerful-looking, commanding, definitely bigger and broader than the males around her. In werewolf logic, it was the mightiest that ruled and, in this picture, the female was definitely winning that game.
“But this is the picture that I think is the most interesting.” He took the prints from my hands and replaced them with another, larger one. It was numbered ‘ten’ and it depicted a werebeast in transition, moving from beast to wolf to human form like a sliding scale of shifting. In the last incarnation, the human was asleep, and her mind spewed images of males entangled with her body, like an orgy.
“This is some kind of Kama Sutra for werewolves?” The positions were definitely interesting, and I swore she had something in every orifice available. Also, she appeared to be really enjoying herself.
“I believe those are her mates.” He pointed to the mass of writhing bodies.
“Is this where you knuckleheads got the idea that a queen beast would take all three of your bites?” I shook my head but couldn’t keep my eyes off the image. It seemed like she was dreaming, but maybe it was showing her calling them in, just as I had been. “They have tattoos or something.” I pointed to the males, who seemed to have markings that fanned out like starbursts in the crook of their throats.
“I hadn’t noticed. They must be symbolic tattoos, because they’re part of her tribe as mates.” He pulled the picture closer. “Interesting. And look here… She is marked with three bites.” He pointed to her throat where traditional-looking bite marks were on display. The dimpled pairs ran along the side of her throat—fully healed gouges that had a heat and color all their own, making them easily identifiable to any male sniffing around a female.
“I know this shows it’s possible to take three bites, but how can we even verify that these images aren’t just some fantasy conjured up by a wishful-thinking male or female back then?” I dropped the picture. “I’m not convinced.”
“Come on, Charlie. Don’t tell me you’ve never considered the idea of a harem before.” A ghost of a smile curled his lips. “What woman wouldn’t want it all? Three men, loyal, catering to her every desire, bolstering her leadership, filling the gaps of her possible vulnerabilities.”
I snorted, and it wasn’t pretty, I knew, but come on! Three mates? What female would want the hassle of three men vying for her attention all the time? My body tingled, a zing that raced from my core to every erogenous zone I had.
Right. One woman, three men, all determined to make her happy, comfortable and satiated. That’s me. I’m the kind of woman who would want that.
As if sensing my piqued arousal, Levi leaned closer, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. “Why settle for one when you can have them all?”
